The Obsession

--artwork by tim loechner--

“It sounds to me like you are obsessed my friend.”

Isaiah took a step back, as the shopkeeper of the costume store leaned uncomfortable close to his face from over her desk. Her deep purple eyes were transfixed on him, and he struggled to escape their gaze. This eccentric woman—dressed sort of like a witch, minus the signature hat—had eyes one could easily get lost in. It was like she was staring into his soul, reading his desires. It made sense to a degree, as she called him out on his obsession. 

Isaiah, for whatever reason, felt he could be open with this woman. It helped that she was fun to look at, her body perfectly filling out her gothic, dark sorceress attire. She was the kind of woman so comfortable in her own body that she exuded that same confidence within the very air around her. It stirred something within Isaiah; he felt he could be himself around her.

“Y-yes… It is true. I’m obsessed with the character.” He groaned, defeated. He let his excitement get the better of him after hearing that the shopkeeper had a costume of his favorite video game character 2B (from Neir Automata) in stock.

Despite his embarrassment, the shopkeeper did not judge.

“Don’t look so down dear. One should not be ridiculed for their flights of fancy. It matters little to me if the woman who steals your attention is fictional or not. It’s my honor to help you along in your… quest of passion, heh heh.”

“Oh come on now,” Isaiah said exasperated. “Quit toying with me. I know I’m a weirdo.” He stared into the woman’s eyes once more. They seemed to spur him on, telling him to keep spilling out his feelings. “2B looks so graceful and perfect in every way. I’ve never been so transfixed on someone before. Every angle I see her at, every word she says, it makes my heart race.”

He sulked a bit before continuing, realizing the impossibility of being with his dream girl.

“I do have a lady friend I’m sort of dating. I do like her, but I feel bad, because I can’t help loving 2B more. I want her to be real! I want to have her!” He said, becoming hysterical. “But… I know it is impossible. I guess that’s why I’d love to have any piece of her I can. That is why I want the 2B costume, so my girlfriend can wear it. I figure Halloween is the perfect excuse. Maybe it’ll even help me overcome this stupid obsession of mine.”

“Excuse?” The shopkeeper was almost offended. “Honey, Halloween is the time to express yourself, to let your inner desires run free. You made a fine choice coming here the day before Halloween. Magic is ripe in the air. You may find yourself pleasantly surprised at the results this costume can bring…”

The gorgeous shopkeeper, eyes still staring through Isaiah, handed the 2B outfit to him. “I hope your woman enjoys it. Have her don it, and watch your fantasy become a reality.”

There was such genuine sincerity in her voice, Isiah was ready to believe. He paid the raven haired lady her fee—god she was ravishing, but certainly no 2B—and left for the door of the cluttered costume shop with a new look of optimism on his face. As he passed the hundreds of costumes plastering the walls of the store, he chuckled a bit. He figured the store must have every sort of costume imaginable; it was a maze of outfits. Thankfully he hit his jackpot.

Once out the door, he took one last look at the shop, Wicked Witch Costume Service. An odd name. While certainly the owner looked like a witch, she felt anything but wicked. No, she was going to help him realize his dream. He was going to finally be close to 2B—as close as was possible anyways.

Back inside the shop, the witch-lady heard the door slam to Isaiah’s car and him drive off. Fidgeting in excitement, she softly muttered, “I wonder where your obsession will take you my boy? Do be careful, hee hee.”

Her purple eyes glowed within her sharp, satisfied glare. 

***

Isaiah never thought he’d feel so ecstatic to return to his ratty apartment complex, but here he was rushing up the stairs to the 4^th floor like an excited child. His feet were making quite a racket on the aged wooden floors of the building. As he rushed down the hallway to his room, he saw the door to his neighbors room opening up.

Shit, not him again. Isaiah thought. He and his neighbor Boris never got along, Boris always complaining to Isaiah about making too much noise and just being a nuisance in general. He seemed to always find issue with everything Isaiah did.

Boris’ door flung open and nearly smacked Isaiah in the face, causing him to stumble back and almost drop his costume. Unnoticed by either, the black blindfold of the costume fell and slipped into Boris’ room.

Isaiah quickly tried to gather himself and get into his room, but it was too late.

“Watch where you are going idiot!” Boris hounded. “Every day you are getting in my way.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Isaiah replied. He didn’t have the energy to spend on this creep right now. He wasn’t going to let him ruin his big day.

“Oh, and—”

“Don’t make any noise! Yeah, I got it Boris. Jesus!”

“Damn right! What nonsense are you doing at night anyways to have your speakers cranked up so loud?”

“I just like getting immersed in my video games okay! Leave me alone!”

Isaiah slammed his door and threw himself onto his couch for a quick breather. He really exhausted himself running up those stairs. In the middle of his frenzied joy he completely forgot the place had an elevator. Even more draining though, was that jerk of a neighbor.

I don’t crank up the volume that loud, do I? Isaiah wondered. 2B’s voice was just too much of a sultry treat to not hear in its fullness. Her stern, badass tone wrapped within that refined, womanly voice was enough to make him wet in the mouth.

“Well, let’s check out the goods!” he said, hopping back to his feet. He sprawled the entire costume onto his coffee table. To him, the outfit looked gorgeous and far too high class when displayed within his shitty apartment. His room was baron aside from the essentials of a couch, table, dining space, TV and bed. He felt nervous about ever bringing his lady friend here.

Isaiah had no serious ambitions, but he certainly wasn’t a slacker and put in the effort at his job, as low paying as it was. Playing video games had become his major pastime. That pastime recently became playing Nier Automata exclusively. The character 2B had stolen his heart and had no signs of letting go.

He couldn’t take it—she was the perfect woman!

As he ogled the outfit, he tried picturing his girlfriend in it. It certainly wasn’t going to be 2B exactly, but she did have the body type to pull it off. He thought back to his love of pale skinned, gothic women while running his hands against the velvet textures of the dress. It looked and felt just as he’d imagined.

2B’s outfit was truly something to see: A white leotard, an elegant, black, gothic dress with white stencil-like designs stitched across the lower end and a decorative, veiled, boob window, puffy, feather-trimmed sleeves, and blackseam lace stockings under black, thigh high, heeled boots. Every element of the garment worked perfectly together, each part of it eye catching in its own way, bringing ones gaze on a journey across every contour of the wearer’s body. No one could pull it off like 2B though.

Isaiah noticed the blindfold was missing. He wondered if he dropped it on the way here. He got over it fast. It was an unfortunate loss, but he didn’t consider it a stain on the overall look. 2B’s sky blue eyes were far too dazzling to keep under wrap anyways. He regretted not buying contacts for his girlfriend.

The entire time he’d been staring at the outfit he hadn’t stopped touching the dress. What was this exquisite material? It felt so good against his fingertips, he began to wonder what it must feel like pressed against the entire body. He touched the leotard and the boots next. Everything felt so divine.

I wonder what it feels like to 2B to wear this? Isaiah pondered. It must feel amazing to have a body like hers and be wrapped in this beautiful material.

It was feint at first, but the more he touched the costume, the more Isaiah wished to wear it himself. He felt like if he did, it’d be as if 2B were enveloping him, that somehow he’d be closer to her.

His obsession ran deep; he even had dreams where he was 2B. Being a dream, he couldn’t actually feel the sensations of his own body and of the clothing he wore. Now that he had the precious attire before him though, he couldn’t resist experiencing the fabric for real.

No, it was something more than that.

In these dreams he was like an animal catching its reflection, fascinated and confused by what it was seeing, wondering if it was truly there. He was entrapped by his own beauty, 2B’s beauty, and confused by how anything could look so gorgeous. He’d stare endlessly at the reflection, study every dip and rise, every embellishment, trying to find the meaning behind it all—what made her so irresistible. He couldn’t find the answer. Everything was the reason—her pink bow lips, the delicate mole on her chin, her cute, perfectly symmetrical nose, every strand of silver hair, every lash lining her splendid eyes.

He stared into the true face of beauty.

Flashes of those dreams rushed through Isaiah’s mind, spurring his curiosity forward until he decided he must do it, he must wear it! If he couldn’t be with her, he could at least be like her in some small way. It was the best compromise he could think of, the closest he could realistically be with his beloved.

It wasn’t long before he was naked, meticulously putting on the outfit. Isaiah looked at himself in the full-body mirror he pulled from his room, relishing every piece that made its way snuggly onto his body. He was just thin enough for it to fit like a glove—a tight glove anyways. It felt as if he were slipping into 2B’s own skin.

However, the reality of the mirror ruined his reverie. The black outfit clashed with his dark skin, where as 2B’s creamy white complexion accentuated the outfit with its contrasting color. His hair was nothing like 2B’s lustrous, silver locks—his being short, black curly hair that again clashed with the rest of the outfit. Isaiah did have a few strands of grey hair sprinkled about, making him look more distinguished. At 28 years old it worried him a bit, seeing some grey, but he figured he was fast approaching the part of his life where it’d be a natural sight to see anyways. Besides, he had come to like the color thanks to his infatuation with 2B. Even his glasses reminded him of her, as they were reminiscent of the pair you could unlock for her in game—black, thick-rimmed, and slightly hexagonal in shape, though his lacking rims at the top. It was yet another small thing—among a long line of things—that brought his thoughts to her.

Isaiah couldn’t get her out of his head! Her image had been tattooed onto his skull and had seeped into his brain.

Shaking himself free from his distractions, Isaiah finished donning the costume. He immediately struck a few poses in it while admiring the craftsmanship. It stirred his arousal, and he pitched a tent under the leotard, his excitement barely contained, his dick ready to burst through. Was this some sort of kink he was just now discovering?

A wide smile crossed his face while looking at his reflection, one of his hands sliding sensually down his thighs, the feeling of the fine fabric against his skin making him lightly shiver. He got worried over nothing, he looked great! He felt great. He felt… a little odd.

The entire outfit felt tighter, and Isaiah felt warm and tingly beneath the constrictive clothes. Clenching his fists over and over, he felt his hands go numb and saw them quivering. He looked down at his legs and noticed them trembling as if a quake had hit. Isaiah quickly hugged his body, trying to steady himself.

What is going on? Isaiah worried. Is the outfit tighter than I thought? Is it messing with my circulation? He wobbled his way onto his large leather couch and sprawled onto his back, taking slow breaths.

His body continued to shake. His breathing became more labored. Isaiah brought his shuddering hands to his face and was confused by what he saw. They didn’t look like his hands; no, they were too small and delicate for that. There was something familiar about them, but something not his own. His fists clenched as he felt a shock jolt through his arms. The black and white gloves were tightening their grip onto his arms. Isaiah could see his arms shrinking!

***

Isaiah’s neighbor Boris was getting ready to watch some sports, when he noticed a black sash like material on the ground. He picked it up and soon realized it was a kind of blindfold. Curious, he put it on, expecting it to be pitch black once he did, because there were no visible eyeholes, and the material didn’t look all too thin. He was shocked to discover he could see near clear as day with it on.
“Woah, this is weird.” Boris said. “Kind of looks cooler looking through this.”

The blindfold gave Boris a sort of focused view of his surroundings and even seemed to bring out the colors of everything more.

“Agghh!!”

A loud scream from the room over caught Boris’ attention. It came from Isaiah’s place. He couldn’t tell if it was a cry of pain or—given his past experiences with him—just him getting really into his videogames.

Suddenly, louder, frantic noises were coming through the thin walls. Boris couldn’t decipher any of what was being screamed though.

“Damnit that guy, always making too much noise!” he said. He pounded his fist on the wall a few times. “Keep it down will ya. I’m gona be watching a game and I don’t need to hear your dumb shouting over the play-by-play. Seriously…”

The screams settled a little bit, but that was only because the initial shock of what was happening to Isaiah had passed. Realization had set in, and muted fear had taken over.

***

Isaiah helplessly watched his arms becoming thinner and more graceful. The costume felt alive, squeezing his arms. It was as if it were sculpting them, his skin and muscle being pulled around. Suddenly, both arms snapped, the bones breaking, then quickly reforming into a smaller size. The changes to his arms stopped afterwords, yet the only reprieve he found was that the outfit no longer felt tight around them anymore. Everything fit the sleeves and gloves eerily perfect.

He bolted up on his couch. He had to get a pair of scissors, something to tear this outfit off of him. Before he could dart for his kitchen though, his legs were met with the same sensations as his arms moments ago. He whipped back onto the backside of the couch as his legs shook furiously and kicked about at random. Clenching the armrest of the couch in a futile attempt to steady himself, he cried out in pain, as the bones in his legs fractured, reformed, and shortened in length—limbs and feet going stiff as a board while they did.

“Gaaahh!! Something… it’s crushing me!” he cried out, his voice shrilly echoing through his apartment.

The outfit began to work quickly, tightening all around Isaiah’s body. He could feel his torso being compressed along with his legs, forcing him into a recline on the couch, his back arching further and further as the black dress hugged him harder and harder. The turtle neck portion of the dress closed tight onto his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe. Isaiah’s legs kicked about wildly once more, his entire body convulsing like it was being suffocated by an invisible assailant.

The brown leggings were pressing skin tight and seemed to be shifting the mass in his legs. Isaiah could feel his muscle deteriorating, turning into moldable fat for the living clothes to reshape. It was particularly snug around his lower legs, the fat being squeezed up the tubing of the leggings towards his upper thighs. His thighs expanded, becoming plumper, stretching the stockings that were struggling to keep the thick meat from spilling out. Their bountiful splendor was made all the more enticing by how much was hidden behind the veil of the legwear, though plenty of skin showed just below the hips. 

His heeled boot kicked at the coffee table and he fell forward in shock. Isaiah could barely muster the strength to move much further though, as the outfit continued to constrict around his body, shaving away at his muscularity. His skin felt softer under the costumes touch, gliding smoothly beneath its shifting embrace. Isaiah looked down at his burgeoning upper legs and saw his dark skin being littered with creamy splotches across its surface. It spread like an ever growing stain on his skin, until he saw his entire body being painted a vanilla shade. His body hair receded as well, the surface of his skin now a sexy, pillow-soft delight—though Isaiah found no delight in any of this.

What do I do? he fretted. How do I make this stop!? It was becoming painfully obvious for him what was happening. He knew those legs and that skin anywhere. He was becoming 2B!

He tried standing to his feet again, but was immediately thrown onto the couch once more by the intense tightening around his waist.

No, no! This isn’t what I want! Isaiah asserted, thinking that whatever force was doing this to him must have thought of his earlier ruminations as him wanting to be 2B. Were his cries of protest not enough? And yet, a small inkling within his mind—not readily apparent to even himself—was beginning to embrace it. Whether a buried desire broken free or just an extension of his obsession with 2B, something inside Isaiah was working against him, along with the costume.

“This isn’t… uhn…” Isaiah groaned, his body struggling less.

An awkward flush came across his face. He found himself resigning to his fate.

CRACK!

“AGGHH!!!”

The black dress clenched tighter than ever, breaking and compacting the bones around Isaiah’s midsection, forcing his body into an hourglass shape like a corset being fitted to his body. How could such soft, delicate fabric so strongly strangle his body?

The compressions were so relentless that Isaiah collapsed down to all fours on the floor. Any extra weight in his gut was being pushed down towards his ass and up towards his chest.

Rapid-fire images of 2B were racing through his mind. His buried fantasy of being her was coming true. This realization brought forth a flurry of moans from his gasping mouth. Only now a more feminine tone escaped—the voice of the woman he loved.

“2B… ahn! It’s… It’s actually h-happening! Uhn!” Isaiah sensually wailed. He closed his eyes in anticipation, keeping the image of what he now wished to become firm within his head.

He leaned forward on his hands as the traveling mass from his belly violently forced itself into his butt cheeks. They rippled across the surface of the skin, and muscle and fat inflated like a balloon. Isaiah stuck his bottom higher in the air the rounder it got, each delivery of extra mass creating an ever more vivid heart shaped visage. The leotard tugged uncomfortably against his crotch and wedged itself between his cheeks. He could feel his crotch dragging down between his legs, spurred on by the pull of the leotard.

CRACK!

His hips snapped out wider, creeping enticingly out on the right side from the slit in 2B’s dress. More space needed to be made for what was to come.

“OH FUUUCK!!”

Suddenly it was gone, Isaiah’s dick eaten by his huge thighs. Quickly his balls followed and positioned themselves erratically inside him, blossoming into ovaries. She then felt a sensitive breach between her legs as her vaginal lips—something 2B lacked being an android—opened up, and the leotard pressed itself against the slit.

Isaiah went red in the face, legs shivering and fluids spilling from his new sex.

CRACK!

Isaiah’s chest heaved forward, his spine gaining some slight extra curvature. The dress was forcing every last bit of pudge into a shapely fit. It wasn’t long before two fleshy orbs began growing on his chest and weighing down on him. He groaned in pleasure, nipples firing out hard, his new tits pressing together the larger they became within the dress’ tight confinements. They sagged a little bit, just enough to make them appear heavier than they were, the dress pulled underneath their impression.

Several intense jolts hit his bosom, shaking his boobs about. Each time, Isaiah’s chest became firmer and a little fuller, much to his delight.

“Yes... yes… more! 2B! Ahn, so beautiful!”

The decent-sized breasts slowed down their growth as they reached a comfortable press against the outfit’s cleavage cutout, the soft flesh rising a small bit above the border of the opening. It was a nearly-too-snug fit. A bold, black crevice between Isaiah’s tits showed splendidly within the dress’ decorative window. With one final teasing push, the last bit of unneeded core fat was forced into his bobbing melons.

CRUNCH!

“OHHH!!”

Isaiah’s body felt like it was in a vice, his shoulders and hips being forced towards one another. The leotard was condensing his body down; it felt ready to break in two! Suddenly, his shoulders fell downward in a feminine slope, and his entire torso shrunk in size, reformed into a tighter package.

“Ahn, hah, my face!”

The skin on Isaiah’s face was being pulled tightly like saran wrap, a perfect, healthy complexion taking shape amidst a flurry of cracks and pops, as the bones in his face reshaped. His nose became small and pointed, his chin very pointed as well. 2B’s glossy, kissable lips soon took shape, moaning out their owner’s name. Isaiah’s curly hair straightened and turned silver, soon styling itself perfectly into 2B’s signature look. The final changes were upon him and his pussy quaked in anticipation. He was ready, his eyes bursting open as a blended climax hit him. 

“Hah, ahn fuck! Hoh, ohh!! Uhh…”

His pupils lighting up sky blue, 2B was finally brought into reality. The body showed its approval with hardened teats and its fervent juices trickling out from Isaiah’s lower lips—his leotard absolutely soaked with cum between the legs.

He rolled onto his back in exhaustion, Isaiah’s body reeling from the transformation. He felt odd in his new body. With every heavy breath, each shapely asset of its new form rose and fell in attractive, unexpected ways to him.

He eventually gathered himself enough to wobble to his feet, leaning against a nearby wall for support. Isaiah wasted no time before groping 2B’s breasts, and feeling up her hefty bottom. It’s just like my dream… I’m really her! Isaiah celebrated. And just like in his dream, he caught himself in the mirror and was entrapped by 2B’s perfection.

“2B in the flesh… Aha… Ahahaha!” Isaiah laughed, his bewilderment turning to unbridled excitement. “This is amazing!”

A loud banging against the wall made him jump. It was his neighbor, who heard all the screaming and moaning.

“Damnit! What did I tell you about keeping it down! After this game is over you and I are going to have a talk ya hear!?”

It was just like him to ruin his mood.

“Fucking jerk.” he grumbled. “If he wasn’t so hot I’d probably hack him in two with my… sword… huh?”

Isaiah felt very lightheaded, a feint heat rising within his pussy. Why’d he think Boris was hot? He hated him! He much preferred 9S.

“Huh!? No, I love 2B!” he panicked, shaking his head to regain his senses. “Why am I thinking of… 9S.”

His heart began to race, and he leaned up against the wall, face looking flushed and confused. Images of the character 9S form the game, 2B’s partner, flooded his mind—his innocent charm, his boyish face and white hair.

“S-so cute. Uhn, no! No… uhn. Nines… ahn!”

His mind became a fog of jumbled images and thoughts, memories of 2B’s quickly devouring his own. A growing arousal for 9S, the man she loved, made it impossible to fight back. The feelings were far too overwhelming.

“Oh, no. What is happening!? Ahn, ohh… Nines... uh! No 2B! I love… 9S… Oh! Ohh!”

Boris, still wearing the blindfold, got up once more in anger and marched towards the wall between their rooms. He was ready to punch a hole in the damn thing.

“Hey, ass hole!” He landed a powerful strike onto the wall. “Shut, up!”

“I… I can’t, oh! Yes, 9S. Uhn, oh, Nines!”

Isaiah’s body was quivering in intense pleasure, his legs wobbling like a newborn calf. He could barely hang on, 2B’s persona flooding his brain and taking over.

“I’m warning you!” Boris yelled back.

“Ahn, ahhh!!” 2B cried out, birthed into reality in the throes of a mind-numbing orgasm. Her knees buckled, and she fell onto her butt.

On the other side of the wall, sparks of magic reacted to the remaining piece of the costume. Boris twitched for a moment, before stumbling back in reaction to a bizarre, numbing sensation surging through his body. Visions of a silver haired beauty, dressed in gothic attire began to permeate his thoughts.

“What, what the fuck is this!?” he shouted, unable to break his mind free of the woman. Suddenly his body felt as if it were being twisted from the inside out.

“Gah! Aghh! What the hell is… agh!”

Back in Isaiah’s room, 2B slowly recovered from her explosive finish. It took a while to make it to her feet, but once she did, she could only stare blankly at her apartment for a few minutes. She knew it was her apartment, yet she held no immediate memories of times spent within it.

“This is certainly… odd.” 2B said, with her stoic, sensual voice.

Her last vivid memory was during the machine war as a member of YoRHa. Now she was here, in a peaceful time on earth, with no idea of how she got here. Did they win the war and the humans return?

“Huh, where is 9S!?” she worried about her cherished partner and what became of him.

A knock on her door came with a familiar voice.

“2B? Are you there?”

“Huh, Nines…”

She rushed to her door, opened it, and was met by the most wonderful sight.”

There he was, 9S, dressed in clothing far too big for him. With a sincere smile he said, “Hello ma’am. Quite the place we’ve found ourselves, huh?”

2B did her best to keep her emotions in check. Her first priority should be figuring out what happened right?

“Yeah, it would seem the war is over. My best guess is that the humans revived us once they got the planet up and going again. Except, we are no longer in our android bodies. We’re…”

“Human.”

“How is this possible?”

“I don’t know ma-am.”

“Please… Please N-Nines. Call me 2B.”

“Guh.” 9S grunted, caught off guard, but pleased by the request. “Of course… 2B.”

2B brushed a bit of hair away from her covered eye, her glasses brought even more attention to her beautifully large eyes.”

“It seems humanity has gifted us with human lives. Though, they’ve left us no memory of why or how.”

“I’m just happy you’re okay 2B.”

“I’m glad you’re safe too, Nines.”

2B clenched her fist.

“It’s finally over.” she said, her controlled demeanor cracking.

9S knew that look. She was thinking of all the times she had to kill him during the war, all the hardships they had both been through. He had to cheer her up; he couldn’t stand to see her like this now that they were finally free.

“I… I like the glasses. They look good on you ma—uh 2B.”

2B looked straight into 9s’ eyes with the cutest expression he had ever seen her make—the praise obviously meant a lot.

Then, she kissed him.

9S was shocked. Both her hands held gently onto his cheeks, her soft, full lips locked onto his. She kept at it for nearly a minute before slowly pulling away, a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

“I’m sorry. This human body, it makes me feel—”

“No! Don’t apologize. I… 2B I… I love you.”

“Nines…”

“I always have.”

The two quickly embraced, kissing once more. They had been unable to express their true feelings for each other in their previous lives, but now, they were free to truly be themselves, free of conflict. 2B got adventurous and slipped a hand into 9S shorts and began playing with his excited cock.

“2-2B, hah, uhn…” 9S moaned, happily stunned by the turn of events.

She began to beat him off, her strong, yet graceful hands, firmly gripping his cock like she would her sword. She showed it the same respect, taking great care with how she handled it. She petted the head, then moved up and down the shaft, gradually picking up the pace, her pointer finger still petting the tip of 9S’ cock.

“Oh my, 2b I—Mmm! Mmm…”

2B’s mouth seized his and wouldn’t let him speak. 9S could only submit, enjoying the ride all the way to the end, his cock erupting, making a mess of 2B’s pretty hand.

2B giggled—something 9S never saw her do—as she wiped her hand clean on her dress. She looked joyed that she was able to bring him such pleasure.

“Hee, so. Where are you staying?”

“Well… I’m next door actually. I woke up in front of some sports game on the TV monitor. Oddly, none of the clothes in the room I’ve noticed fit me.”

2B took a gander around her room, seeing some men’s clothing on the floor.

“Yeah, me as well.”

“Hey! Why don’t I treat you to that mall trip? Remember!? I promised that once the war was over and the world was restored that I’d take you shopping!”

“Heh, I’d like that.”

2B swiped up what she assumed was her wallet and walked out the door with 9S.

“So, Halloween is tomorrow.” 9S said. “From what new information I have, it seems like a fun time. Want to pick out a costume too?”

“Hm, we could watch some horror films. As long as we stay home. After all we’ve been through; a night alone with you Nines is all I want. ”

The two walked hand in hand, their smiles like pure light. Isaiah longed for 2B to be real, and now she was, his obsession given life.